"When Death Separates Us..."

"I won’t see your tears stroke the piano keys

As if you’re grieving with delicacy.

The same drowsy ballad plays until my heart ripens

And falls off the branch into your itching hands.

I won’t taste your rotten teeth,

As sweet and as bitter as Russell Stover chocolate

From dark coconut to whipped milk in almonds.

I chew them slow.

I won’t kiss your eyelids when it’s cold,

When our fingers are damp and searching

And your skin is tap water blue in the red sun.

I won’t wait until the dryer buzzes

And we retrieve the blankets

Only to find that they’re static.

We don’t feel their warmth,

Just currents keeping us lightheaded.

I won’t watch our days eat themselves

Into your car shooting down the freeway

And crashing into your need for my blush,

How it fills your fingers until they’re numb.

I won’t tell you I Love You

In a room with no clocks,

Just a wormhole

Where my heart wraps around your wrist so tight,

It digs into your pulse as if it's a parasite.

I won’t bathe in your bathwater.

I won’t lift your tongue to mimic mine.

I won’t hear you say goodbye

As if the Earth stopped.

It never does. "